Your face is armed with a sabotage of lipstick
You stumble round like a figure made of matchsticks

Step off of the break; you're a crash about to happen
Step into the page, how you fascinate

Anaesthetized in a room of alterations
Politicised by the carvings and the blackbirds

Step off of the break; you're a crash about to happen
Step into the page, how you fascinate

And we stop, and we stare, and we wait for it to happen
And we stop, and we stare, and we wait for it to happen

They only want you when you're breaking up
Why do they only want you when you're cracking up?

Step off of the break; you're a step away from falling
Step into the page how you fascinate

And we stop, and we stare, and we wait for it to happen
And we stop, and we stare, and we wait for it to happen
And we stop, (Step off of the break) and we stare, and we wait for it to happen
And we stop, (Step off of the break) and we stare

You're a crash about to happen
A crash about to happen (how you fascinate)
A crash about to happen
A crash about to happen (how you fascinate)

Composição: Brett Anderson